There my Indian converts Found him, and treed and shot him.

For the rest, The heathens round about begin to feel The influence of our pious ministrations And works of love; and some of them already Have purchased negroes, and are settling down As sober Christians! Bless the Lord for this! I know it will rejoice you.

You, I hear, Are on the eve of visiting Chicago, To fight with the wild beasts of Ephesus, Long John, and Dutch Free-Soilers.

May your arm Be clothed with strength, and on your tongue be found The sweet oil of persuasion.

So desires Your brother and co-laborer.